Everyone thinks he's Red John, don't they? So... it would seem a fitting end to the story if you two were found dead together. No one will look any deeper.
Evil, sexually perverted sociopath? Well, I guess I have to own that, but, uh... delusions of grandeur? No. I have no delusions. I built a secret empire. I control the lives of thousands of people. My word is life and death, and nobody knows who I am. Now if that's not grandeur, I don't know what you call it.
You see? For no reason at all, you... you're rude and contemptuous. That's why your wife and kid are dead. Who are you to butt in here and make obnoxious judgments about me? Who are you? Hmm? Who are you? Nobody. Nobody. You didn't know me. You don't know me. You have no idea. Here's your problem, Pat. You're a smart man, but you are arrogant. You can't imagine someone smarter than you. Which is why I've been ahead of you at every step along the way.
